CHAPTER 52
Lincoln sat on the couch where he and Grace had spent most of the previous weekend. He took a sip of the whiskey he had been nursing since he got home from her film set. Whiskey he had picked up on the way, hoping he wouldn’t need it, but thinking he might.
It was past 11:30, long after Grace usually showed up, and she still hadn’t arrived.
He took another sip, letting the liquor burn the back of his throat before swallowing. The sun had set hours ago leaving him staring out the window into the dark with his own faint reflection glowering back at him.
“b****y stupid, that’s what you are,” he said to himself.
He dropped his head, not wanting to see his pathetic miserable face anymore. Instead, he focused on the whiskey remaining in the glass. Not much. He would get up for a
